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John Hultner first appeared in The Cheating Zone 02: Roger.
Yes, there are parts of this story that may may seem to be satirical or far-fetched, but that's intentional.
For the nit-pickers who want to say this or that would never happen, remember, this is the Cheating Zone, a place outside the normal space-time continuum where literally anything is possible...
Please remember, this is a work of fiction, meaning that it is not real in any way, shape, matter or form.
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Mary Chisholm looked at herself in the mirror and decided she liked what she saw. Her hair was just the way he liked, wavy and soft, falling over bare shoulders covered only by two spaghetti-thin straps holding up a tiny dress that accentuated her figure. Her breasts still stood out proud and didn't require a bra for support. She could see her nipples poking through the thin material of her dress.
She looked down, taking in her shapely bare legs. Her dress fell just a few short inches below her nearly naked crotch and her shaved pussy was already tingling from the fucking she knew she would get later on. All she had on under the dress was a tiny thong, a gift to herself. She knew he would love tearing it off of her later in the evening, when they stripped each other for sex.
Wrapping up her sexy ensemble was a pair of open-toed shoes that showed off her freshly-painted toes. Yes, she decided, she looked good enough to eat, and she hoped he would do just that tonight after midnight.
She looked over at her husband, Steve, as he prepared himself for the evening. He was such a strong, handsome man, she thought. Tall, muscular, a clean, freshly-shaved chiseled face with piecing blue eyes. His short, military haircut looked perfect on him.
The only regret she had was that he wouldn't be the man between her legs that evening. She had promised that to someone else, only Steve didn't know it yet. If everything worked out as they planned, Steve would be sound asleep an hour into the party. Her husband looked at her and smiled.
"You look good enough to eat," he said. "Maybe we should stay home and celebrate here between the sheets."
"As good as that sounds, dear, you know we have to go to the office party tonight," she said. "Maybe when we get back we can celebrate in private, though."
"Perhaps," he said. He took one last look at himself in the mirror before turning to his wife. "Well, are you ready? We need to get going."
"So soon?" she asked. He smiled again, but this time his smile made her a bit... nervous.
"Yes," he said. "There's a special event I want us to go to first."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Oh, just a little New Years Eve thing over at the Arena in Karma," he said.
"Karma?" she asked. "Where's that?"
"Just a bit north of town," he said. "It won't take long, I promise."
"Well, okay," she said. "I just don't want to be late for the party."
"That won't be a problem," he said. They left the house and jumped in his truck, a brand new Ford F-250 4X4. As he drove, she looked out the window and thought about her life over the past few months.
Jake Armistead, a lawyer at the firm where she worked, was the man she had promised to fuck from midnight to dawn. Yes, tonight was New Year's Eve, and she promised Jake he could cum inside her pussy the moment the clock struck midnight. She had even stopped taking her birth control some time back, telling Jake he could father her child. She smiled wickedly as she thought about how she would give Steve the news about her pregnancy. Of course, he would never know the child he would be raising wasn't his.
Her affair with Jake had been going on for several months. While Steve was a good man and very-well endowed, he was gone. A lot. His job in the Navy had him traveling to all kinds of places all over the world. She didn't know exactly what it was he did, but she remembered he told her something about some kind of animal. She never knew they used animals and thought they rode on ships.
Whatever it was, she thought, it had to be hard on Steve because he was always gone, sometimes for weeks or months at a time, and he could never tell her anything about where he had been or what he had been doing. Many times, he had to leave on a moment's notice and more than once, he would leave in the middle of the night after getting a phone call. Whatever it was, she thought, it had to be important.
She had also seen him in his dress uniform and marveled at all the ribbons he wore and the strange badge over them. She asked once, and all he would say was that it was his trident. Whatever that was.
She met Jake when she first joined the Law Firm of Goldman and Weaver as a receptionist. She had everything they wanted -- a pretty face, a nice figure that looked good in a dress, a ready smile and a sweet telephone voice. And she always made the clients comfortable when they came into the office.
Better yet, it didn't matter that she only had a high school diploma. Most places wanted some college and experience, but Goldman and Weaver didn't need all that. She took the job and became very good at it. She also became friends with a lot of her fellow co-workers.
She often went out with the girls for drinks on Friday afternoons, especially when Steve was out of town. She drank some, but not too much, and enjoyed dancing with a few of the guys who sometimes went with them. Then she danced with Jake and everything changed.
She enjoyed the way he held her on the dance floor and loved the way his cock would get hard as they danced close together. He always treated her with respect and showered her with compliments and little gifts, like flowers or chocolates. Oh sure, Steve did that as well, but he had to, she reasoned, since she was married to him.
But Jake was here, in the office, while Steve was often gone, doing God knows what. Jake would take her to lunch and listen patiently as she told him about Steve's constant absences. Then one day, something changed.
"How long is he going to be gone this time?" Jake asked. She shook her head.
"I don't know," she said as she ate her salad. "He said he might be gone for two or three weeks. I know it's important, but I hate it when he leaves. I'm so alone."
"Well, why don't you come spend a few days over at my place?" he asked. "Steve doesn't have to know."
"Would that be alright?" she asked. "You wouldn't mind, would you?"
"Of course it's alright," Jake said. "Why don't you pack up a few things tonight and come on over." So she threw some clothes and toiletries in a bag, tossed it in her three-year-old Toyota and went to his place.
Her eyes grew wide as she saw Jake's house for the first time. It was HUGE, nothing like their two-bedroom apartment. Jake even had a butler who took her bags upstairs for her. Jake met her in the front room and sat her down at his table. A few minutes later, the butler came and actually served them real food -- not the cheap stuff she and Steve ate.
Jake took her around the house and showed her everything, including the swimming pool and jacuzzi. It didn't take long before he had her naked in his bedroom. She gasped when she first saw his big hard cock. It had to be so much bigger than Steve's, she thought as she worked it into her mouth. She swallowed when he came in her mouth and mounted him right there on his bed. They rutted for some time before he came inside her. She experienced several orgasms that night as well, forgetting all about her husband.
That was just the first night. She spent every night with Jake until she heard that Steve would be home in a couple days.
"You'd better get home so you can get cleaned up for your husband," Jake said. "Something tells me he wouldn't like it if you were here with me instead of at home."
"Maybe you're right," she said, feeling a twinge of guilt for fucking around around on her husband. But, Jake assured her, Steve's probably doing the same thing wherever he goes. And if he can do it, he reasoned, so can she.
When Steve came back this time, he seemed a bit distracted and wouldn't talk about it. He made love to her as he always did when he came home, but it was as though he was just going through the motions. She could tell his mind was on something, or perhaps, someone, else. After a few days, he seemed to get over it and things were back to normal.
But that didn't stop her from meeting Jake. Sometimes they would take long "lunches" that included quickies in the parking lot. Other times, she would tell Steve she had to work a bit late. Then, when everyone was gone, she would meet Jake for sex in one of the firm's large conference rooms. Several times, she went home with Jake's cum dripping down her leg, forcing her to take a shower before dinner. Steve wouldn't say anything, so in her mind, she had gotten away with it. What did he know anyway, she asked herself. He worked in an animal unit and couldn't possibly know what she was doing.
As time went on, her trysts with Jake increased. Oddly enough, at the same time the frequency of sex between her and Steve decreased to almost nothing. He used to initiate it a lot, but didn't anymore. And the few times she tried to start something, he made an excuse, telling her he wasn't feeling well, or that he needed his sleep for work the next day.
By now, they were little more than roommates who sometimes slept in the same bed. Now that she thought about it, he didn't even cuddle with her anymore and almost never kissed her on the lips. He wasn't rude or nasty to her, but only spoke when he had to.
